“They found your little device in my backyard.”
Panic surged through him as he thought about the two men sent to retrieve the equipment. Were agents waiting for them?
“Shirley, you must listen to me. There is more at stake here than your pride. The entire weight of the U.S. government has been brought to bear on me and my associates. I need allies, not more enemies. It’s long past time for me to divorce my wife. Having you here full time would be most pleasant.” He paused. “For us both, I hope.”
He had to contact Knox and deal with the situation in Virginia. That had now become even more critical than what was happening in Nova Scotia.
“You honestly think that would sway me?” she said. “A promise of marriage? I don’t need a husband, Quentin.”
“What do you need?”
“How about an answer to a question. Are you holding a woman prisoner here named Stephanie Nelle?”
He considered lying, but again decided against it. “She is part of that enemy. Sent here to destroy us. I captured her in self-defense.”
“I’m not asking you to justify it, Quentin. I simply want to know if she’s here.”
Alarm bells rang in his brain.
How would she know to ask that question?
Only one way. Someone told her. Someone in the know. If she wasn’t naked he’d be worried she was wired. Her clothing and overnight bag were not a concern either since they were in the next room, a closed door between here and there.
“Shirley, you must understand that these are extraordinary times. I did what I had to do. You would have done the same. In fact, is that not what you are doing now? Defending yourself, however you can.”
CASSIOPEIA WANTED TO ARGUE WITH EDWIN DAVIS BUT KNEW that she had to trust both his and Cotton’s instincts.
But there was still a problem.
“We need to contact Kaiser,” she said to Davis.
“I’m not sure that’s possible. What are we going to do? Call her?”
“Not us. But there’s someone who could make the call.”
She saw that he understood.
Davis found his phone and dialed.
HALE WAITED FOR SHIRLEY TO ANSWER HIM. SHE SEEMED TO BE
considering his inquiry.
“You used me,” she finally said.
A fresh burst of wind and rain pounded the house.
Which startled her.
He used the moment to slam his fist into her face.
CASSIOPEIA LISTENED AS DAVIS INFORMED PAULINE DANIELS what Shirley Kaiser had done.
“I can’t believe she went there,” the First Lady said.
They’d retreated into the dining room to make the call, clearing the house of agents.
“She feels horrible about this,” the First Lady said. “She was so angry at being used. Still, she should have never gone there.”
But there was something even more serious to consider. The shooting that had just happened would make the local news. Once Hale learned of the fate of his two men he would know Kaiser had been compromised. Which meant she just became a problem.
“Pauline,” Davis said. “Call her. Now. See if she answers.”
“Hold on.”
“There’s no way to keep what happened here quiet,” Cassiopeia whispered to Davis.
“I know. The clock’s ticking for Shirley Kaiser.”
“Edwin,” Pauline said through the speaker. “No answer. It went to her voice mail. I didn’t think you’d want me to leave a message.”
“We have to go,” Davis said to the phone.
Cassiopeia caught the frustration in his voice.
“Edwin, I didn’t-”
Davis ended the call.
“That was rude,” she said.
“She wouldn’t have liked what I would have said next. At some point everyone is going to have stop making stupid mistakes.” He paused. “Myself included.”
“That woman’s life is in jeopardy,” she said. “Get me down there fast.”
And he didn’t argue.
HALE STOOD FROM THE BED.
Kaiser lay unconscious from the blow to her face.
His hand hurt. Had he broken her cheekbone? He retrieved the gun and checked. Indeed, the next round would have caused much damage.
His mind reeled.
Had his men been caught at Kaiser’s residence? He had to know. Knox remained inaccessible, most likely still on Paw Island.
He found his robe and slipped it on.
He glanced at the bedside clock. 9:35 PM. He reached for the phone and punched the house intercom. His secretary answered after the second buzz in his ear.
“Have two men come to my bedroom immediately. I have a new guest for our prison.”
SIXTY-EIGHT
NOVA SCOTIA
10:20 PM
MALONE OPENED HIS EYES. HIS BODY ACHED. PAIN RADIATED throughout his legs. He was lying on his back, his gaze shooting upward back through the gaping hole of rotting wood that he and Wyatt had plunged through.
He tested his limbs and discovered that nothing seemed broken.
Shafts of moonlight spilled down from above, enough for him to see that they’d fallen about thirty feet. The spongy wood had cushioned the landing. Rock lay beneath him.
Along with chilly water.
The walls around him glistened a silvery sheen in the faint light, signaling that they were damp.
He heard surf and smelled the birds again.
Where was Wyatt?
He pushed himself up. A light switched on. Bright, singular, a few feet away. He shielded his eyes with an arm.
The light moved away from his face.
In the ambient glow he saw Wyatt holding the flashlight.
KNOX ARRIVED AT THE PRIVATE AIRSTRIP WHERE HE’D LANDED the Hale Enterprises corporate jet, just south of Halifax, the facility catering to tourists who could afford the luxury of owning their own planes.
He’d made it out of Mahone Bay and back north without incident.
His phone vibrated in his pocket. He checked the display. Hale. Might as well deal with this now.
He answered, told the captain what had happened, then said, “Carbonell lied to you. Again. There was another person here. Wyatt called him Cotton Malone. He was definitely not on our team. From what Wy
att implied, he was from the government. I can’t be responsible for all of this-”
“I understand,” Hale said.
Which surprised him. Hale generally comprehended nothing other than success.
“Carbonell is a liar,” Hale said, bitterness in his tone. “She’s playing us all. You were right, and I have to now wonder if the information she provided about the cipher was even real.”
“It still could be true. Wyatt said to tell you that once he had those two pages, he’ll sell them to you. He specifically wanted that message brought back.”
“So we have to hope that this renegade, whom Carbonell obviously dislikes and distrusts, is right and will cooperate.”
“We’ve also got two dead crewmen here,” he made clear.
“And we have an even worse problem.”
He listened as Hale told him about Shirley Kaiser and what may have gone wrong at her residence.
He decided to take a chance and said, “Captain Hale, Carbonell is using us. She’s complicating an already complicated problem. She said only she and Wyatt knew about this location, yet this Cotton Malone was there. Did she send him, too? If not, then who the hell else knows about this? How much more risk are we going to take? How much do we gamble?”
Silence on the other end of the phone signaled that Hale was thinking about that question.
“I agree,” Hale finally said. “She needs to pay.”
Excellent. Her death would right all his mistakes. He’d be right back where he started.
“First,” Hale said. “Find out if we have a problem in Virginia. I need to know. Then, you have my permission to deal with NIA as you see fit.”
Finally.
Freedom to act.
He ended the call and trotted toward the plane. He’d check the weather and receive clearance for takeoff once on board. No tower existed here, Halifax controlled ingress and egress. He popped the hatch on the jet and climbed into its spacious cabin.
“Leave the light off,” a female voice said.